The Lying Truth

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Tell me sweet lies if you have to.
Make me believe that we will be together from dusk until the moon tumbles into the ocean.
Fill my head with fanciful fabrications until I'm drunk off your words.
Lie to me as we lay and slumber under a dark sky filled with white stars.
Tell me that it will always be this way.
Let me kiss your lying lips as the sun tiptoes across the horizon waving goodbye to the moon.
You can tell me all these things and I will believe you, just never leave . . . THAT would break my heart!





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